You probably figured out by now that I'm all about heroes.
Heroines? Can take em or leave em, though I suppose without em there'd be no reason for the heroes to be stoopit, then dashing, then on-their-knees in love.
If all we had were heroes, we'd all be reading alternative lifestyle romance.
The premise of Slash, [which grew out of Fan(tasy) Fiction] as I understand it, is two heroes, usually well-known characters from popular TV shows, fall in love and have off-the-charts sex. These are guys. Two of em. And most Slash is written by women.
So, my my Nice Catholic Girl friend, Kato, says, "You've gotta read Slash, Michelle." And I, say, "lay it on me," cause the moral ethicist/unbiased reviewer in me wants to read everything anyone considers romantic or erotic. Though I'm thinking, "yuk. Autoerotica is more appealing to me."
Then I read "Whacked," a classic Slash piece by an author called Bone. And it's, like, totally emotionally romantic and erotic and really well-written.
What's your romance novel sexuality comfort zone?
Do you push the envelope?
We're All Grown-Ups Here Alert: If you choose to visit Bone's site, please be prepared for grown up content: As Bone puts it, "This site contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex."
Encore! I just finished Laura Kinsale's "My Sweet Folly." It's just wonderful, with this great epistolary beginning that works through the whole of the piece. It's being reissued this spring.